The Bad Boy Hit Me In The Face With A Baseball Bat (COMPLETED)

Chapter 11- Like kissing buddies

I popped a stick of gum in my mouth. "Want one?,"I looked at Danny.

He shook his head. "It's fine,"he looked at me with a nervous smile. "....Did May mention anything to you?"

"No, why?"

"Nothing...Nothing at all,"he shut his locker.

I squinted at him.

"And you and Flynn? What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing. He just owes me..so he's taking care of me."

"Taking care of you,"Danny chuckled sarcastically. "What are you? A baby?"

"What's your problem? You're acting weird."

"You're the one acting weird. You're distant. You're dodging me in the hallway. You're asking a bunch of questions. Why are you asking so many questions, Harley?"

"Because I got knocked in the head with a bat, and can't remember why."

"Well maybe what you can't remember is not important. Just drop it"

"But I feel like it is. Why would I just walk unto a baseball field during a game like that? There has to be a reason....I'm worried Danny. I can't just drop it-"

"-SHUT UP!"

I jumped.

"...Please. Just..shut up. Drop the damn thing, okay?..OKAY?"

I frowned. "Okay,"I hopped away.

"Harley?,"he grabbed my arm.

"Don't,"I pulled away,"..touch me. When you stop acting like a dick, you can come talk to me again."

* * *

I opened the car door and got in, then I slammed it shut.

"Hey,"Flynn looked at me,"Are you trying to break my door off?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just drive."

"Not until you tell me what your problem is."

I sighed. "Danny shouted at me today."

"Don't you guys shout at each other all the time?"

"He told me to shut up."

"Okay...Why?"

"I don't know..I think he did something bad, and that I forgot about it, and that he doesn't want me to remember it. May knows, but she doesn't wanna tell me."

"And she tells you everything, huh?"

"Could you just drive, please?"

"Fine." He drove off.

* * *

We sat in the car in silence. I played a game on my phone avoiding a conversation.

"Damn it!,"I hit the phone when I lost.

"What's wrong?,"he looked at me.

"It's this stupid game. I never beat my high score."

"What's your high score?"

"..One."

He laughed. "What game is that?"

"Color switch."

"That dumb game with the colorful ball? It's just as annoying as flappy bird was."

"I guess..."

"Hey, about earlier, you're not upset that I left you in the classroom with the key, are you?"

"Nah. I mean, what's there to be upset about? I was late to my physics class, because I had to lock up the classroom. And while doing that, I dropped the key and had to try to stoop down to pick it up. And then I fell and couldn't get up. And no one helped me. Luckily Mr. Roberts came five minutes after I fell. But other than that, it's fine."

"I'm sorry. I was being inconsiderate."

"Damn right you were. You just kissed me and then ran off. And what was that anyway?"

"Was what?"

"You made out with me in a classroom. Why?"

"You kissed me first. And I like kissing you. So I kissed you."

"Like twice? I have a boyfriend, you have a girlfriend. We're just friends, right?"

"Yeah....We're like kissing buddies."

"Kissing buddies?,"I giggled angrily," What's next? Screw buddies."

"Harley, you said it yourself. We're friends. I like kissing you and it's pretty clear you liked kissing me."

I looked out of the window. "...You can't just kiss me. It's weird, and wrong. I feel used."

We pulled up into the driveway. "I'm not using you, Harley. Why would I do that to you?"

I sighed. "Help me get out of this car."

"Harley, look at me."

I looked at him.

He quickly leaned in and kissed me.

I looked at him with wide eyes.

"You can't tell me you didn't like that."

"Flynn, I-"

He started kissing me again.

I pushed him.

He stopped and looked at me.

I looked away. "Help me get out of this car, Flynn. Take me home."